In the very center of the wide-open arena, the banner bearing the character for 'Duel' fluttered violently in the wind, snapping with a loud report. Everyone watched the field with bated breath!

No one could predict who would emerge victorious from this showdown. One was renowned across the Demon Dragon Continent, holding the second seat on the High Masters Ranking list.

Known as Howling Sky Tiger—Luo Hao—his weapon was a single, massive horse-cleaving saber, fully two meters in length. His ancestral White Tiger Saber Technique was famed for its ferocity, might, and dominance.

Once unleashed, it could split mountains and shatter stone; on the entire Demon Dragon Continent, only the number one ranked Azure Dragon could vie with him. However, the other combatant was by no means weaker.

No one knew his origins, but the fact that he had slain Luo Hao’s younger brother, Luo Meng—ranked fourth on the continent—in mere exchanges was sufficient proof that this youth was absolutely qualified to challenge Luo Hao. When two titans meet, who will prevail?

“Binghe,” Tong Lei murmured, “Let me see just how much you have refined your skills over this past year.” “That kid is not simple; even I cannot see through his strength,” Azure Dragon stated calmly. “However, I know Luo Hao’s power best.

For this past year, he has trained relentlessly in seclusion, almost sacrificing his life, to challenge the Heavenly Demon Sanctuary. Just how far has his strength progressed?” “Azure Dragon, don’t underestimate Binghe too much.

That kid wasn't using his true power just now,” Tong Lei countered. “Luo Hao’s White Tiger Saber Technique might not be enough to deal with him.” “Let’s hope so,” Azure Dragon sighed.

“If Luo Hao has remained solely focused on mastering his saber techniques over the last year, he might truly be no match for that youth. But…” “Xingchen,” Lu Zhao tightly clenched his fists, whispering a silent prayer only he could hear, “You must win.” On the field!

The Dragon Shadow Sword was held firmly in my hand. At this moment, I felt a degree of nervousness, but it was overwhelmingly eclipsed by an irrepressible excitement and anticipation.

The opponent before me was like a towering, solid mountain. His gleaming, enormous saber pointed diagonally toward the ground.

Through the cold edge of the blade, wisps of icy killing intent snaked around him like countless frozen vipers, chilling one to the bone. Yet, compared to the aura of Nine Luminaries Chasing the Heavens, this presence felt significantly lacking.

This left me feeling somewhat disappointed. If this was truly Luo Hao’s ultimate strength, then this would be tedious.

I sensed no restless or uneasy energy emanating from him. Still, I dared not let my guard down in the slightest.

“Roar! Die!” With a fierce yell, Luo Hao moved his saber like the wind, sending four crescent-shaped bolts of lightning slicing toward me.

But under the influence of the Eye of Death Desire, I could easily trace the trajectory of all four arcs. With just a few sidesteps, I lightly evaded Luo Hao’s saber-qi attacks.

But Luo Hao capitalized on this opening, rapidly closing the distance between us. The horse-cleaver struck—a horizontal slash!

Like a savage dragon emerging from the sea, it swept toward my chest. Before the blade even arrived, the furious battle qi was already howling forward.

I instantly gauged the immense area covered by the sweep; it was impossible to avoid entirely. Clearly, Luo Hao perceived me as young and intended to crush me with sheer force, banking on his deeper battle qi reserves.

However, I also intended to test precisely how powerful Luo Hao’s strength truly was. My battle qi spun, manifesting an identical horizontal slash—a massive, half-moon sword qi erupted instantly.

Clang! A deafening boom echoed, followed by a powerful shockwave of battle qi that forced me back a half-step, beyond my own control.

Hah! This power was indeed formidable; truly strong.

Taking advantage of my forced retreat, Luo Hao lunged forward, bringing his saber down in a slanted chop. Dense battle qi materialized like a colossal qi blade, instantly pressing toward me.

I deftly shifted my stance sideways, avoiding the qi blade’s cut, while simultaneously flicking my wrist to stab toward Luo Hao’s throat! Hah!

Well done, Luo Hao. He managed to slightly tilt his head and dodge the thrust.

But even as the thrust went wide, I rotated my wrist and instantly executed a horizontal sweep, aiming at the side of his face where he had leaned. Ah!

Seemingly caught off guard by the speed of my transition, Luo Hao quickly leaned back to evade my combined thrust-and-sweep attack. He then lifted his right foot, aiming for my lower body.

What a treacherous move. I brought my left palm down, slamming toward Luo Hao’s raised right foot.

Clash! Leg met palm.

Luo Hao maintained the advantage in raw force. However, the moment my palm connected with his foot, I employed a subtle technique, leveraging Luo Hao’s own momentum to gracefully float backward.

But even as he kicked me away, Luo Hao executed a direct downward chop—a piercing sword qi attack, sharp as a meteor chasing the moon, pursuing my chest. Yet, such speed meant nothing in my eyes; a sudden twist of my waist mid-air allowed me to evade this assassination qi.

Thud! The instant I landed, Luo Hao swiftly closed in and unleashed a diagonal slash.

This move bore a slight resemblance to the Charge technique I had mastered in the Demon Dragon World, only Luo Hao’s timing felt significantly off. I shifted sideways once more, dodging lightly, and thrust toward the exposed shoulder weakness left by his swing.

Hah! Just as the blade was about to strike, Luo Hao violently dipped his shoulder, narrowly avoiding my thrust.

I had to admit, Luo Hao’s reaction speed was astonishing, but this only deepened my disappointment. Could this really be the true level of the second master on the Demon Dragon Continent?

Despite my feelings, I resolved to see the extent of his saber technique. Subsequently, I parried and countered his strikes with slashes and thrusts, moving as if strolling through a garden.

In the blink of an eye, we had exchanged well over a hundred moves, yet I revealed not a single opening; it resembled a practiced duel between martial artists on a stage. It was only then that I definitively confirmed Luo Hao had not mastered the Eye of Death Desire.

While his maneuvers might seem fierce and sharp to ordinary warriors, they meant little to me. The sensation was akin to when I fought Jidu back then.

Except now, I had become the former Jidu, and Luo Hao was the me of that time. Having fought to this extent, even Luo Hao, if he wasn't utterly foolish, realized something was fundamentally wrong.

“Who exactly are you!” Luo Hao’s grim expression finally showed a flicker of panic. He seemed utterly unable to comprehend why his attacks were having no effect on me.

“If this is truly the entirety of your strength,” I said calmly, “then I am profoundly disappointed.” Off the field! “Ah, how is this possible?

It’s the Eye of Death Desire!” Azure Dragon could barely believe his eyes, shock rendering him horrified. “Heavens!

That Binghe is… he is a—Heav-en-ly De-mon War-rior!” “…” The entire assembly fell into profound silence. Everyone was stunned speechless.

“Heav-en-ly De-mon War-rior!” “This isn't real; he’s so young.” “But aside from a Heavenly Demon Warrior, who could defeat Luo Hao so effortlessly?” “Who is that person?” “When did the Qi Lu family produce such a formidable figure?” ……………… “The Eye of Death Desire!” Tong Lei gasped, horrified. “Is that the essential technique required to become a Heavenly Demon Warrior?” “Precisely,” Azure Dragon confirmed.

“The fundamental difference between a Heavenly Demon Warrior and a Crimson Moon Warrior lies in the Eye of Death Desire. Humans cannot advance beyond the peak of the Crimson Moon level; their physical tolerance limit is reached.

At this stage, battle qi mastery is no longer the most critical factor; breakthroughs in spirit and consciousness are paramount. Even with identical strength and speed, in terms of technique, experience, and awareness, a Heavenly Demon Warrior and a peak Crimson Moon Warrior are not operating on the same plane.” Azure Dragon sighed then.

“To comprehend the Eye of Death Desire, I attempted to break through to the peak three times, yet failed each time. I never imagined that Binghe, at such a young age, would have mastered it.” “No wonder, no matter how I look at it, Binghe’s speed, power, and battle qi aren't overwhelming, yet Luo Hao can’t touch him,” Tong Lei exclaimed in surprise.

“It turns out Binghe’s Eye of Death Desire saw right through his attacks.” “This! How is this possible?

When did he become a Heavenly Demon Warrior?” Lu Zhao was simply aghast. “That’s terrifying!

How could he achieve the rank of Heavenly Demon Warrior in only four years?” “Heavenly Demon Warrior—Heavenly Demon Warrior.” Everyone was deeply shaken. Who could have guessed that this unassuming youth was a Heavenly Demon Warrior?

“If he is a Heavenly Demon Warrior, why did he ask us for aid?” Tong Lei wondered aloud. “Because he doesn't have the Heavenly Demon Battle Armor.

It would be impossible for him to leave safely with Lu Tong,” Azure Dragon explained. “Otherwise, Sū City would likely be nothing but ruins by now.” “What a terrifying fellow,” Tong Lei muttered.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… On the field! “Die now.” At this moment, I finally delivered the fatal thrust.

It was ordinary in both speed and power; I didn't even use battle qi. Yet, Luo Hao could not evade it at all, because under the control of the Eye of Death Desire, the path of my sword continuously adjusted its angle and position during its travel, aiming precisely for his throat.

But just then, a cold surge of killing intent flashed through. This familiar sensation was precisely the same as when I was targeted by a Demon Dragon Archer.

Through the Eye of Death Desire, a sharp gleam shot across the void! Its speed was actually more than twice as fast as a heavy arrow loosed by a Demon Dragon Archer!

I was greatly startled and swiftly shifted my body sideways! A flash of golden light grazed past my shoulder, almost touching it, before the sound of the passing projectile finally registered.

What a fast arrow! By the time I recovered, Luo Hao had already used that opening to spring up and flee the arena.

Just as I prepared to intercept and kill him on the spot, three more sharp beams flashed toward me in quick succession! Under duress, I was forced to use rapid footwork to evade them.

As a result, Luo Hao had retreated a great distance. Only then did I have a chance to look in the direction of the sound, finally seeing who had intervened to save Luo Hao.

Several elders, their hair and beards entirely white, stood at the entrance of Tiger Fortress. One of them held a large bow; it was clear he was the one who had fired the four arrows at me just now.

“Grandfather,” came Luo Hao’s voice, filled with immense relief. “The Old Sect Master of the Luo Clan,” Azure Dragon breathed in horror.

“This is troublesome now,” Tong Lei said grimly. “Weren’t these old monsters in deep seclusion?

Why are they here?” “What manner of reckless rogue dares invade my Tiger Fortress to cause trouble!” The old man holding the great bow had his beard bristling, truly resembling a fierce tiger emerging from the forest. His roar, like thunder crashing from the clear sky, nearly deafened me.

“Hahahaha!” I forced myself to stabilize my composure and laughed loudly. “When the juniors cannot win, you drag out the elders?

The White Tiger Alliance certainly has skin as thick as a tiger’s hide; truly admirable!” “Young brat, don't think that a bit of skill allows you to disrespect others,” the elder said sternly. “If you don't explain yourself clearly today, don't blame me for bullying the young with my age.” “Interesting.

Your grandson captured my uncle.” It seemed this old man wasn't fully aware of the situation. I continued, “Now I come seeking his release, and your grandson uses his influence to oppress me.

Tell me, what is the logic in that?” “Grandfather, he killed Ameng,” Luo Hao cried out in grief and fury. “Ameng deserved to die gruesomely.” They carried Luo Meng’s corpse forward; both legs were severed, and his lower body was a bloody mess.

Even an idiot could discern the pain and humiliation he suffered before death. “Ameng!” The elder’s voice broke with grief and rage.

“My grandson!” The other elders’ expressions also shifted drastically as they crowded around Luo Meng’s body. “Good, what cruel methods,” the elder glared at me, eyes blazing, teeth grinding.

“Give me back my grandson’s life!”